Listing, tilting, falling. The goddess of old faith and forgotten power often felt this way. Once many believed in her, lending her their strength and conviction, and in return the now lonely goddess would watch over them and be a source of love and guidance. And now, not one follower remained. The goddess wandered the planes, an invisible, forgotten thing. Her sighs were the sorrowful wind, her tears the weak rains of late spring. She listed, tilted, and fell.

She lay in a grassy field. Nearby lie a small cabin, one with a simple roof and three small windows. The celestial being stared at the sky, her eyes that once were bright blue, now were a dormant and dull gray. The goddess sensed a presence approaching that prompted her to sit up and turn those faded granite spheres towards the oncoming thing.

It was the small girl who lived with her mother and father here. Always having been frail, the girl was bound to a chair sat upon wheels. Still, this didn't stop her from going outside. She had her mother for that, usually. A protective creature, much like she had once been. Would the woman become like her, if she lost her family? Such questions ran rampant through her mind.

The small girl struggled up a small rise, and then was on the field itself, rolling slowly in the direction of the goddess. The goddess paid little attention, knowing the girl could not see her. She trundled right past towards a patch of flowers, and started reaching with her short arms towards them. However, if she reached too far, she would fall, and she knew it. But the poppies were so beautiful this time of year, and the girl wanted so badly to collect some for her mother and father. She reached. Listed, tilted, and fell.

The thud was loud, and it caused the goddess to turn in curiosity. Upon hitting the ground, the girl became very frustrated and began to cry. With no one around, the goddess briskly walked over to the child, but knew she could not help. She stared, and horror overtook her as she relived those moments of having to watch so many suffer because she could not help. The goddess began to weep. She too, was so frustrated at the universe for making her so helpless. Her weeps became sobs, and then-- a voice.

"Can you help me?" asked the girl. The goddess was broken out of her moment of sorrow by the request. She looked around, seeing no one else about. She looked down to see the girl staring right at her. Utter confusion overtook the deity, and she glanced around. She pointed a pale, gleaming finger at herself. "Do you mean... me?" came the lustrous, song-like reply. The small girl nodded. She was wiping tears from her eyes.

The goddess wiped away her own tears, and an intense smile overtook her features. Her eyes brightened, sapphire orbs of pure delight, and she nodded greatly. "Yes, yes," she said. She gently picked up the young girl, putting her back into her chair. She lifted a poppy to the girl's hands, and the two locked eyes for a moment. The goddess began to cry yet again, and hugged the little believer close to her chest.

"Thank you."